Hey all. I've been trying to write song lyrics for a little while now - and suddenly, yesterday, I did. It was kind of, well, amazing.

The Days we were Young

honesty is the best policy
so this is what I know
you changed my life and saved my soul
but what does that really show?
my dreams were made when you were here
but now that time has past
and I like to think my life has now
saved the best for last

for all the things you did for me
I'm grateful all my life long
but now the time has come for me
to finally move on
and smile and say goodbye
to the days when we were young.

I sit at the dawn of tomorrow
yet, I dream the days away
letting my mind drift to the past
to the end of yesterday.
The future is bright yet I look behind
to the days when our love was true
I dream of the love, smile and laugh
But in the end I always lose you.

for all the things you did for me
I'm grateful all my life long
but now the time has come for me
to finally move on
and smile and say goodbye
to the days when we were young.

So here I am now looking to the sky
with you and those years behind me
and now that I'm here I can only wonder
why I could never see
that for all these years I've waited and waited
for your love to be once again won
but I did not know that without your love
the best waiting to come.

Now what am I to do (pause)
I left my baby for you (pause)
And now I’m all alone in my pickup truck.

VERSE 1

I was cruisin’ down the strip when this girl came into view,
She was fine and had to be mine, I didn’t know what to do,
She kinda tossed her hair and threw up a thumb,
I choked on my breath and nearly swallowed my tongue,
I said (deep) baby, lets have some fun!

CHORUS

Oh man she was a looker ,
She was my Main St. hooker,
I paid her all I had and now she’s gone,
Oh she was my Main St. hooker,
I gave up all I had for a little fun.

VERSE 2

Now my story isn’t over lets take it at verse two,
See now I was down in Texas with my drinkin’ crew,
Drownin’ my whiskey with a beer or two, (backround)BOTTOM’S UP!
Hovering the bar, slouched over my stool, I slammed down quarters for
A game of stick, crossin’ my fingers and bitin’ my lip,
Lift up my head and what do I see, across the table was Tara leigh,
At that moment I knew I was sprung and said c’mon baby lets have some fun!

CHORUS

Oh man she was a looker,
She was my Main St. hooker,
I paid her all I had and know she’s gone,
Oh she was my Main St. hooker,
I gave up all I had for a little fun.

VERSE 3

So I packed my Chevy and I hit the road,
I said I’ll take that pie a la mode for the road,
I put her in gear and I hit the gas and unrolled my emergency wad of cash,
I would make it this time and I knew for sure,
Here I come Miami to make the women purr,
An hour or so beyond the city limit when I saw a car pulled over with a lady in it,
I pulled up beside her to give her a hand, it was the least I could do being that kind of man, I said hop on in and we’ll get you a tow,
When she winked her I eye I knew she wanted to go,
Either the smell of her hair or the heated sun I said c’mon baby lets have some Fun!

CHORUS

Oh man she was a looker,
She was my Main St. hooker,
I paid her all I had and now she’s gone,
Oh she was my Main St. hooker,
I gave up all I had for a little fun.

VERSE 4

Now here I am in Vegas but please don’t ask me why,
I didn’t do what you think, I only bought her a drink and was far to drunk to drive,
I promised I’d call and won’t do it again, but the blonde and I are only friends,
So you can say what you will but there’s no need to fight, I’ll see you soon I
Gotta catch my flight, but I told you once and won’t tell you again that’s my story
Cause its better than the truth!

These are some great poems, but I think I have lost my inspiration. I don't know, read this and tell me what you think. I just wrote it today.

The Little Bird

I walked along the trail today,
And I saw on my way
A little bird in a tree
It was looking back at me.
To the bird I did speak,
'Little bird so small and meek,
What are you doing sitting there,
You look at me and you stare.'
Then the bird said back to me,
'I cannot leave and go free
Human boy so tall and big
This is why I sit on my twig.'
Then I wondered if it could fly
And I decided to ask it why.
'Oh tiny bird, upon your perch
why do you sit there in that birch?
If you are going to sit there long
will you at least sing a song?'
And then the bird began to sing
It was the most wonderful thing.
I'd never heard anything to compare
To that music so soft and fair.
Just as it was about to end
I was awoken during class by my friend.
But never since have I heard a song so sweet
As the one that the little bird did tweet.

I

Bound by chain of dwarven magic, A tale of trickery, long and tragic,
Sword in jaw, awaiting the day, Ragnarok, when all gods shall pay

First, your poem was nice and sweet. Prefebly I will say it was and idle day dream.

As for the inspriration thing?

I have heard once somewhere, that humans are like a cup.
Everyday, something gets put into the cup, what gets filled in is a mystery. So day in and day out, the cup is filled untill one day the cup is full.

Now here comes the tough part. When the cup gets full, nothing else can go into the cup anymore and things will get spilled over. When these kind of situation happends, the disastaurous things will happend, people will move away from you, because you are spilling all over.

So the only solution is to unfill yourself. The only way to unfill yourself is by knowning what is filled into you in the first place. That process of unfilling yourself is known as many things, some called in creativity, some call it understanding, some call it application of knowledge. But ultimately, you will start using what you know in things that you do, so slowly but surely your cup will get unfilled, because you are transfering it out of you.

Don't get my wrong but as an when you are unfilling yourself, your cup will still get filled. The only way to allow more to come into your life, you must give out as much.

Now your case, is that you have for some reason given all that you have right now, and the filling up is slower than your giving. It is actually a good thing, why?

1st, you get to gain more new things now.

2nd, you know that you are giving more than you are currently learning. So you should find a way to learn more else, your cup will be constantly empty, and you will not feel too good. It is almost like an empty stomach, you will feel the hunger.

I hope you understand what I am trying to tell you.

The message in a very short explanation, is that you should now go and learn more, live more and feel more. When you do that, you will then gain back something for those that you have given away. And thus the juice of creativity will flow.

I know this is a poetry thread, but to me it is an educational thread as well. It is a thread of people sharing their life and their emotions with us on beautiful phrase of words. And ultimately what we learn is the philosophy of life from all the contributions by our fellow friends.

That is why one of my most often used motto here is that
[b]There are no bad poems but only misunderstood words[/d]

Will post something up later.

Again I thank all those people who participate here.
Because you are those that I learn from.
Your words are the one that fill me up every day.
thank you.

I think your right Izchan, though that is the most original way I have ever heard it put. I just need to expand my horizons and find new inspiration.

Cloud

Drifting listlessly
Through the skys
I see a cloud
With my eyes
My imagination
Begins to escape
The cloud changes
And takes a new shape
First a ship
And then a mouse
Now its a mountain
And finally a house
Sitting on this hill
Gazing with my friends
I feel calm and peaceful
I hope it never ends...

Bound by chain of dwarven magic, A tale of trickery, long and tragic,
Sword in jaw, awaiting the day, Ragnarok, when all gods shall pay

oh, and i forgot to meniton that i really enjoyed xara's lyrics... i'm hoping to get to hear that, you know My only comment is that maybe the first stanza would work better at the end (especially due to that last line).. anyway, i liked your's ian, good reminiscing sort of thing, and well said.

-Alan

[edit] i'd just like to add that i'm proud to be a regular member of this thread [/edit]

PhotoFx -[=]-"Visual forms are not inherent in themselves, but are granted by the act of seeing..." -Trevor Goodchild

Wellâ€¦ Iâ€™m kind of hesitant to post this one. I wrote this a little while ago. No one has ever read it so Iâ€™m not sure what the reaction will be. So tell me what you think.

Future

She can not see what will happen
So she will hide what is inside
He needs to want her on his own
For her to want to be with him
She doesn't want to share him
With longings for past loves
But she will wait until he is ready
Ready for just her to love
If he never returns to her
She will know inside
It was better to let him go
Than to keep him in pain
The pain of the question "What If?"
And if he returns
The answer would have been satisfied
And they could go on
To start where they left off

That was really good painfully honest and emotional yet comforting. What I'm trying to say is I've been there and I can really relate to it. I'm quite impressed with the talent posted here and just want to say thanks for sharing such great work, so, uhh thanks!

I loved these poems I have been reading. So much depth and perception in each one. Wildsee, your haikus are awesome, especially the first one. That sure did open my heart up a bit. Athena, your poem fits exactly what I think my g/f is going through. Good job everyone!

I'm starting to lose my touch on poetry now. The latest poems are about gothic and dark. So, I'll share with you some of my older poems..see what you think!
__________________________________________In My Dreams Tonight by Lee

Every night when the world is dreaming,
I close my eyes and think of you.
If the wish I cast upon
the brightest star
could magically come true,
the dawn would bring me
closer to you.
There's nowhere that'd I rather be than
with you, your lips against mine,
your arms sheltering me.
There's a special place
in my heart, where your light
will always burn bright,
and though today
we're far apart
you'll warm,
my dreams tonight.

Night Embers by Lee

I have a special wish
for you and me tonight.
I'll hold you in my arms dear
beneath the bright starlight

As twilight embers fade
beneath the rising sun,
I'll pledge my heart to you alone;
for you're my only one

Queen of flowers
Both beautiful and delicate
She rises her head proudly above the others
She has the right to
She has the power
Absolute Monarchy
Yet how stunning she seems with her
Petals covered with morning dew
And alas, one day she shall
Fall to the ground
And as she is burried by the soil which made her grow
The cool spring rain will bless her tomb
And her name will be remembered
For she is so beautiful in
Death as in
Life
And the wind shall whisper her name Rose.

taaadaaa! that was my poem, its quiote crooked i know, i love caesura so don't ask about the holes in it.
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Thats a good poem if not a little conceited. Just kidding, I liked it a lot.

Mountains

Always standing
Proud and tall
Are the mountains
That never fall
They point their mighty peaks
so lofty towards the sky
Above the eagles beaks
Their pinnacles are so high
People climb their heights
To say they overcame
Conquering the mountains
They win their glory and fame
These giant, ancient crags
That always guard our lands
They are ever-vigilant
Through all of times sands

Bound by chain of dwarven magic, A tale of trickery, long and tragic,
Sword in jaw, awaiting the day, Ragnarok, when all gods shall pay

first and formost, I will like to welcome CutsyKitty ... ... your poem is insightful .. ... but somehow the name rose reminded me of the Kate Winslett charather in Titanic, and by the way you wrote it, it gave me a feeling that you were writing about that charather ..

lee .. don't worry about being gothic ... ... we like what we read for sometime, just because the preference is towards happy thoughts, we do not dilude ourselves and regconize that there are nightwares as well ... so post whatever that comes to mind. Don't worry ok?

Athene, your words are a window to my soul.
even now I am facing the same doubt with my other half. It is a constant struggle to not go running and hugging her just to let her know that I love her. That I will not leave her unless it is what she trully wants. If loving her from a distance is better, I will willingly disappear and be a shadow. For the most important thing is that I can see her being happy. Yet everyday I get a feeling that I am still not allowed into that little circle of trust that I crave to be in. I am outside this glass window looking in, realizing that I have much more to do and much more to learn.

<realities> by prem1er is one of the best poems that I have ever read. I agree totally with the words. Why? because this is the idea that I preach to people everyday. Your life is what you see it to be, reality is but a perception of our mind and heart. I think I once wrote something like this, in this thread, but was not so simple in their words and not so direct in their meaning. Bravo Prem1er. Good work

Quote:

written by prem1er
If Realities exist in the mind of men,
It's not wrong to pretend that reality differs,
so you see whats real to you,
may not be real to me.

As always Ian, nice work.

Here is something that I felt after I read Ian's <mountain>

: Climbing moutains

Quote:

Ever so carefull
we put our steps ahead
climbing slowly up this hedge
moving towards our goals in life

obstacles blocking our every path
we pray that we will eventually
reach our destination
and be free at last

one more step now
and finally we are at the end
the journey has ended
and our voices scream freedom

Yet something does not seem right
we survey around
and to our shock realize
we climbed the wrong moutain
where the view is not what we want
oh woe is our heart
what have we done
wasted seasons
just to see
those that was important
is no where in sight
what can we do now?
Do we stay and cry?
Or do we decend and try again?

Then finally a decision was made
slowly packing all that is ours
with determined heart we set out
moving back to the beginning
never gazing back from our trail
we moved and head for our dreams again

Name: DICKSON, Gordon Rupert Aged: 77Born: Nov 1, 1923 Edmonton, Alberta, CANADADied: January 31, Richfield, MNAwarded: Three Hugos: 1965 short story "Soldier, Ask Not," 1981 novella "Lost Dorsai," & 1981 novelette "The Cloak and the Staff." A Nebula in 1966 for the novelette, "Call Him Lord." The 1975 Skylark Award for Imaginative Fiction & the 1977 British Fantasy Award for novel, The Dragon and the George. Dickson was inducted into the Science Fiction Hall of Fame in 2000.

Gordon is one of my all time favourite writers, his 'dorsai' series (or commonly known as the childe cycle) is one of those that gave me inspiration as well as guide to the perception of life and its meaning.
His poetry is one of those that touched not just the mind but the heart and souls of men.

No one ever sees the old man,
Sitting in the corner,
His figure blurred
By the dim, yellow light.
He says not a word
But watches and remembers;
That's all he needs and wants.
And when he does feel compelled to speak -
Pithy are his words.
Short but brimming; everlasting.
Tucked into the pockets of the listeners' mind.
The listeners who hear and heed;
The listeners who understand and learn,
And are not afraid to acknowledge
The tainted lives and broken world,
To step inside the dimly-lit room,
And learn more than just one life allows.

The old man in the poem could represent anyone (or anything, for that matter). In the poem, the old man could be a grandfather, a priest, a monk, a musician singing his songs, a teacher, or even a God. It could even be a book, story, etc. The main gist of this poem is about listening to someone with experience and learning through them because the shortness of lives doesn't allow a person to go through and learn from every possible situation. The old man is basically giving advice on how to live a good life and how to be a moral, kind person. The only people who can truly do this is someone who can open their eyes and admit the faults and flaws of people (including themselves) and the world.

Btw, I'm not saying that sitting down and listening to others all the time is the right way to learn; I'm just trying to get the message across that people can stop once in awhile and to hear what others went through, and in turn, make life easier.

I understand the poem now, and it makes sense with the way you explained it. Thanks for your patients in educating me.

I think we have another poem on this thread that talked about something like this before, I think it was one of nemesis's poem, if I am not wrong it dealt with memories, but if you read the poem, it can also be used to describe knowledge or wisdom.

For today's contribution.

: Feather dreams

Quote:

As I dream of better days
my memory took me back to yesterday
looking back into the years
in which I have you by my side

Your frown that makes me cry
and your dreams in which I try
sometimes I wonder if it was even my life
or was it yours that I mistaken for mine

You told me once that you loved me
and that once was a long time ago
but for that love I gave up myself
and be the boy that you wanted me to be

I love you too mother
and now that you are gone
I realized how much more I miss you
I will try to be the best that I can
and meet those goals that you have set
living up to your feather like dreams
forever floating and unreachable
yet a goal in which I will hold
until the end of my life

Sometimes my thoughts of mother gives me the best inspiration of all. The love in which will burn in my heart forever.

I have lost the key
to open up my heart
when I saw her coming
down the boulevard

Nothing more to say
other than good bye
before I can even try
to say my nervous Hi's

There are many people
who might think me small
and I would not blame them
then since I am 6 feet tall

But everytime I see her
my heart is not mine
it wanders off to space
and suffocates in time

so I kept on walking
not thinking of anything
putting one foot ahead of another
never think of stoping
just letting her pass me by
without doing a single thing
only praying that I will see her
down this boulevard again

I will like to say that the poem IS one of the most romantic poems that I have read as well ...

Who says that romance can only be found in spring ...

: In the cold night

Quote:

It is when the night is cold
which I thank the lord again
as I hold you tightly in my arms
gathering the warmth
that seeps through our skins
warming our heart and souls

Even though the fire is in place
and the burning logs crackle
it is your eyes that burns brightly
everytime I need to see the light

Then your kisses takes all the frost away
and replaces it with little tickles
which feels like little sunrays
casting its light upon my skin

So it is during these winter nights
that I thank the lord
for its whitish snow
and chilling winds
While I hold you tightly in my arms
gathering the love
which seeps into our life
warming our heart and soul

Thought it is not as good as Alan's <Frost>, it is something that I feel deeply about. I have always loved winter, second only to spring.